Monday Poetry

Monday Poetry

Monday Poetry

Monday Poetry

Monday Poetry

Opinion Time

I really don’t see the reason why automatic Rifles are necessary. I can accept handguns (self defense) and shotgun or regular rifles (hunting) but I don’t see a reason why automatic rifles are not being made harder to get ahold of…the only use of AR weapons is killing people..

Poetry

on Politics

Dammit I wanted Bernie, 

not another closed mind, 

instead I was wanting someone 

who made me hope for mankind. 

Socialism should not be a fear, 

where kindness is a weapon 

against the masses 

and old men don’t have us 

tied up in the idea that we cannot be 

helping each other with no strings. 

why don’t we have social programs 

where people are not afraid 

of the violence that seems ingrained?

why is learning regulated,

where only the rich can afford it?

symptoms of the disease, 

classism, racism,  and greed!

Yeah,  those things cost money, 

but isn’t that what taxes are for?

the political system regulates 

bodies that they know nothing about, 

the average person is mired

in depression,  debt, and doubts. 

Monday Poetry

All of the Shoulds, Woulds, and Coulds.

I find myself judging me
for things done in anxiety.
The things I should be doing
eat at me, whispering in my ear deafeningly.
I cannot grow a care…
Though I know the reasons that I should.


The things that would happen
are just as bad,
telling me how important it is
and why I should be sad.
Instead the urging only
reverses my mind to anger quixotically,
making a monster of the rage building deep inside of me.,

The could be is somehow worse,
for in me, these are the ones that hurt.
I feel like I am not enough,
because I can not make them happen
no matter how hard I try.

So the should, the would, and the could,
each have their place
in stretching my anxiety
into another day.
They make me into a nervous wreck,
weighing each mistake
as a possibility.
Fighting the trio
I become a careless me.